Archive of Our Own

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Jim had done it. He’d managed to make it home on the night of the grand opening of the rebuilt Benbow Inn. He’d gotten there just in time to celebrate the big moment with her, and she couldn’t be more proud.

Sarah Hawkins looked across the table at her son. All grown up, the months away at the Royal Naval Academy turning him into a man. He looked healthy, happy, and so handsome in his uniform. And she was so happy to have him back. Becoming a spacer was his dream, and as his mother she didn’t want to hold him back from it, but still. Watching him leave had brought back memories. Memories that didn’t bear thinking about now that he was home again.

“You alright, Mom?” Jim asked. “You’ve been staring for a while.” He smiled, but there was a tinge of pink in his cheeks that was a sure indicator of sneaking a few drinks.

“Sorry, honey,” she said. “I’m just so happy to see you.” She smiled at him, and his cheeks got a little pinker. God she’d made a cute kid. She took a sip from her own glass of wine, and looked around at the merrymaking.

The robot fellow Jim had brought back from his treasure hunt, B.E.N., was already proving to be quite the asset. He was fast, relatively efficient, and eager to please. Poor dear had been trapped alone for 100 years with only half a mind, Jim’d said. She was happy to give him a job, and happier to have help running this place. It had been hard to admit that the months she hadn't been working had done wonders for her. A forced vacation was still a vacation, she supposed.

But Jim, her Jim, had come home with some gold, jewels, and a letter of recommendation from that exceptional lady captain! Amelia’d extolled her son’s virtues to her, and Sarah had hung on every word.

He’d made a real splash at the Academy, she’d said, and it helped that he’d come in with a reputation. The story of Flint’s Hoard and Treasure Planet had preceded him (no doubt thanks to the good captain herself), and even when a few jealous cadets had dug up his run-ins with the law, that had only revealed that not only was he self-taught, but that he’d built all the machines he’d made that mischief with himself.

He was on track to be top of his class, she said.

And again, he was home. He looked a little taller (not slouching anymore), and his hair was kept just a bit neater, but he was her Jim. And he seemed happy to be home, too. He never missed an opportunity to dance with her, and started helping with the bussing before she stopped him.

“Hey,” she said, “you had a long trip. You relax tonight.”

“I just wanna help,” he said. She shook her head.

“James Pleiades Hawkins,” she said, stern but proud, “you only have so much time before you have to head back to the Academy, and I want you to enjoy it. How long do we have?”

“Two weeks, Mom,” he said, daring to put one more dish in the buss bucket.

“Then that’s two weeks you’ll be relaxing,” she said, putting a gentle but firm hand on his. “No ifs, ands, or buts, got it?” He sighed, but smiled, and reluctantly put the bucket down.

“Okay,” he said. She smiled right back, and pulled him into a hug.

“That’s my boy,” she said. He held her for a moment, and she couldn’t help but feel some newfound muscle on him. All the sailing had really brought him along a fair bit. This felt nice. Just perfect. She was so glad he was home.

They had another dance when the band struck up a more lively tune, and Sarah was having the time of her life. Everyone was having a good time, her Inn was open for business with a party to start the proceedings, the wine and ale were flowing, and her son was back. How could she not?

As they danced, Sarah couldn’t help slipping into comparisons. It was like she was 16 again, dancing with Leland for the first time. Leland… the man who’d left them. Left her. She looked at Jim, happy to realize that he resembled her more. Hardly a trace of that man in his face. Just his nose, maybe. But the biggest difference was that he was here, not out in space somewhere, probably dead for all she cared.

No, her Jim took after her in all the ways that mattered, and was already a better man than Leland ever was, even at his best.

They were a ways into dancing to a bawdier song by the time she realized just how indecent the lyrics were, and she led them off the dance floor. She decided another glass of wine couldn’t hurt. It was a party after all!

As she took that glass, going over the night in her mind, she felt mostly content. The party would be winding down soon, of course, and she’d have to get things clean, but that wasn’t so bad. Tomorrow would be business as usual, so she needed to enjoy herself tonight.

“Uh, Miss Hawkins,” came the still somewhat trepidatious voice of B.E.N., cutting through her thoughts.

“Yes?” she asked.

“I uh, there may have been a mix-up,” he said. She raised an eyebrow.

“Mix-up how?” she asked.

“We sort of maybe overbooked,” he said. “Um… well we overbooked by one. When I made the list I counted the rooms like you asked andthen I subtracted your room andthenmaybe I booked based on that number but I forgottocountJim’sroom-”

“Slow down,” she said. He had a habit of talking far too fast when he got anxious. “Say again?”

“I accidentally booked Jimmy’s room,” said B.E.N., looking and sounding sheepish. She glared at him, but tried not to look too angry. His first time at this work, after all.

“So my son’s home, but can’t stay in his room?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“We could cancel the booking,” offered the nervous robot.

“It’s okay,” said Jim, who had what looked like a mug of ale in his hands. It was a party, she’d let him. Not like she could stop him drinking on a ship, anyway.

“But honey, where will you sleep?” she asked. “Because you’re crazy if you think you came all the way home just to go somewhere else for the night.”

“You’ve got couches,” he said. "Comfy looking ones, too." She shook her head.

“Baby,” she said, “you’re not spending the night on a couch, even if it is brand new.” She thought for a moment and took another sip of her wine. “You can share my room tonight.”

“Heh,” he laughed, “haven’t done that since I was a kid.” But he didn’t sound like he hated the idea. His cheeks were still a bit pink from all the dancing, or it would look like he was blushing. But if he was embarrassed sharing his mom’s room, he didn’t show it. He was a good boy.

The party eventually started winding down, and she didn’t stop him from helping her clean a few things this time. After all, it was more time to spend together. And all that time he’d spent both on the ship and at the Academy had certainly improved his cleaning speed. They had things in good shape to leave to B.E.N. in no time.

Tired and a little tipsy, they made their way upstairs. It was more stairs than it used to be. When redesigning the Benbow Inn, she’d indulged a little and given herself a nice room on the top floor, all on its own. When Jim had handed her that treasure he’d brought home, he’d begged her to do something for herself after all, and this had felt like just the thing.

It was a nicer room than she’d had, to be sure. Bigger, too, and with a bigger bed. That part had felt silly before tonight. She didn’t have the time or the inclination to find anyone to share it with, she just wanted something big and comfy all for herself. But that would certainly make sharing the bed with Jim much easier. Plenty of space for both of them.

She started changing into her night clothes almost automatically, before remembering that Jim was indeed in the room with her. It had been such a busy night.

“Um, sorry hon,” she said, covering herself and moving to stand behind a folding partition that she'd gotten more as a room decoration than anything. Well, at least it had a purpose, now.

“It’s okay,” said Jim nonchalantly. He took off his jacket and shirt, and Sarah found herself staring through the gap in the partition. Well, she’d definitely felt muscles before.

Jim looked good. Really good. He was in better shape than she’d ever seen. The months of physical training, of climbing up and down the rigging of ships, of preliminary combat training that Captain Amelie had described had definitely started to have an effect. Maybe part of him DID resemble Leland after all.

She blinked a few times and looked away. She’d maybe had too much to drink. She shouldn’t be staring.

She changed into her night clothes, and by the time she got out from behind the partition he’d changed into his. Some small part of her was disappointed that she hadn’t seen more, but the rest of her pushed that thought down. What was wrong with her tonight? He’d just been gone too long, that was it.

She’d just missed him.

“Hey Mom?” Jim said, just before they got in bed.

“What?” she asked.

“I missed you,” he said. She smiled and hugged him tight. Same wavelength.

“I missed you too,” she said. “Sooooo much!” She emphasized that with a little extra squeeze. He squeezed her back. It felt nice. They let the hug linger for a while. “Let’s make the most out of these couple of weeks, okay?”

“I plan to, Mom,” he said, kissing the top of her head. He really had grown. He was a man, now.

Finally, they crawled into bed. At first, she didn’t know how to get comfortable. She hadn’t had anyone under the sheets with her in a long while, and the presence of another person was throwing her off a little. She eventually found herself on her side, facing Jim.

She just looked him over again, taking in every detail. He looked so good, so much better than he had just a year ago. The bags under his eyes were gone, and his skin had a healthy glow to it. And those big blue eyes of his were so bright, so full of energy and purpose. And, she realized, they were staring right back at her.

She smiled at him and reached forward. He did the same and took her hand. It was a little rough, a working man’s hand. But it was warm. It made her feel warm.

“Not sleepy yet?” Sarah asked.

“Not yet,” he said. His eyes flicked away for a moment, like he was looking around the room for words. “You either?”

“Not yet,” she said. “Exciting day. Still in my system.” He smiled softly.

“I missed you, Mom,” he said again. He scooted a little closer, and she felt a little warmer.

“I missed you too, baby,” she said, and decided to scoot a little closer as well. This was nice. This closeness.

“I, uh, I really missed you,” he said, and now his cheeks were pink again. Something in his tone got her face feeling a little warm, too. Or it was the wine, still.

“I really missed you too,” she said, softly. “That’s the longest we’ve ever been away from each other. It was kind of hard, really.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, and she reached out and stroked his cheek.

“Don’t be,” she said. “You had to leave the nest eventually. And look at you! You’re following your dream, and you’re doing so well! What more could I ask for?”

“Anything,” he said. “You could ask me for anything, Mom, and I’d give it to you in a heartbeat.”

“Jim,” she said, still stroking his cheek, “you went to the other side of the galaxy and gave me the only treasure you managed to save from a planet I thought didn’t even exist. What more could I possibly ask for?”

“Anything, like I said,” he said, looking into her eyes.

“I just want you,” she started to say, and suddenly she felt soft lips firmly planted on hers. It felt good. So good. She started kissing back before fully realizing it was Jim that was kissing her. “James!”

Startled, she sprang to her feet. She just stared at him as he got up too. His face was red now, and she felt her own cheeks burning.

“What in the world are you doing!?” she demanded.

“I-I’m sorry,” he said, standing awkwardly now. She could see that he wanted to approach her, but was holding back. “I-I just…”

“You just what?” she asked, trying to ignore that she’d kissed him back.

“Look, I… I did a lot of thinking while I’ve been away, Mom,” he said. His eyes were getting glassy, and despite how shocked and upset she was, she felt a twinge in her heart. ”I… I know it’s not normal or anything, but I just… I couldn’t stop thinking about you while I was away. You’ve been on my mind this whole time, and being away for so long has been really hard.”

Despite everything she knew she should be feeling, despite knowing in her heart what he was about to say, Sarah was touched. She knew she shouldn’t feel this warm inside, but she did.

“I… I think I’m in love with you, Mom,” he said. She knew she needed to say something. She knew she needed to feel disgusted. But she didn't. She couldn't. This was her baby talking. Her little spacer.

“Jim,” she said softly, but had nothing to follow up with. Tears started rolling down his cheeks, and her heart broke.

“D… do you hate me?” he asked.

"No!" she said, and closed the distance between them. It didn't matter what he'd just said, he was her little boy. “No, I could never hate you, baby.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, unable to look at her now. She hugged him tight to her. That silence had sent him the wrong message. She needed to fix this. This wasn’t fair to him, or to her. It wasn’t his fault he felt this way. He didn’t need to think he was going through this alone, either.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” she said. “You’re right, it’s… it’s not normal. But… but baby I’m not mad.”

“You’re not?” he asked, sniffling. She could hear it in his voice. That relief, relief that he hadn’t lost her forever.

“No,” she said. “But… how long have you felt this way?”

“A while, like I said,” Jim said. “Maybe before I went to the Academy even. I don’t know. Maybe always.”

“Always, huh?” she asked. He nodded.

“I just… I love you, Mom,” he said. “And I wanted to be somebody for you. To take care of you. ‘Cause you deserve it. You’re the best person in the universe, and you deserve it. You deserve the best.”

“Jim…” she said, softly cupping his cheek. He finally found the courage to look at her again. Oh, those eyes. Those deep, beautiful, soulful eyes.

Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was what he was saying. Maybe it was that old longing for a man who’d never deserved her, revived and replaced by this one who she knew would actually give her the world if she asked it, but Sarah couldn’t help herself anymore. She leaned up and kissed him. She heard a sharp intake of breath, and then felt him wrap his strong, strapping young arms around her.

His lips felt amazing, and she felt a shudder run through her when she realized he was trying to slip her some tongue. She let it happen. Their tongues danced with one another, and she let herself enjoy the taste of him.

She shouldn’t be doing this. She shouldn’t be kissing her son, not like this. But by thunder did it feel good!

“Mom?” he whispered when she pulled away.

“Baby,” she whispered back. “You’re right. It’s not normal. But… But all night I’ve just been… I missed you too, baby. I missed you so much. And this whole night I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you. You’ve got a crush on Mommy, so what? Mommy’s got a crush on you, too." She nuzzled in close to him, as close as she could get. “Fuck, I’m a terrible mother.”

“No you’re not,” said Jim. “You’re the best mom in the universe. Not your fault you’ve got a son who’s-”

“The best in the universe,” she said sternly, cutting off whatever terrible thing he was going to say about himself. “But all night I’ve been ogling you like a schoolgirl.”

“I noticed,” said Jim. “I thought maybe it meant you might feel the same way.”

“Maybe it does,” she whispered, and then she kissed him again. It was a slower kiss, deeper, more passionate. She wasn’t so sure it was the wine anymore.

She felt his arm around her waist, and his fingers in her hair. God, she hadn’t been held like this in years . She needed it. She needed him .

She grabbed at his night clothes, and almost without thinking began pulling them off of him. He broke the kiss just long enough to get them up over his head, and then his lips found hers once more. She should stop this. Maybe they could still stop this.

Instead, she ran her hands over his muscled chest, reveling in the feeling of his bare flesh. She didn’t know she’d missed this so badly, this feeling. Didn’t know how much she needed this closeness.

She felt his hand on her ass, and she moaned into him. She wasn’t going to stop this. They hadn’t gone too far yet, but she wasn’t going to stop this. No, she needed this. Wanted this.

He started to pull her nightgown up, and she let him do it. They stood in front of each other now, nearly naked, save for his underwear and her panties.

She watched him drink her in, and her heart couldn’t stop hammering. There was raw desire burning in his eyes, more intense than anything she’d ever felt before. Her eyes darted downwards for just a moment, and she couldn’t help biting her lip.

He was straining against his underpants, and she had a good impression of just what he had hidden behind that fabric. Well, there was one thing he did get from Leland after all.

“Why don’t you let that out, baby?” she asked, unable to keep the lust from her voice. “Let’s see what we’re working with, hm?”

“Okay,” he said, just a hint of nervousness in his voice. He took them off and tossed them aside. She almost gasped. She’d been wrong. This was better. He really was better in every way.

Jim was rock hard, and she couldn’t help but find that flattering. She was his mother, she knew that was the wrong feeling to have, but she couldn’t help it. She was his mother, and he was still that excited by her. She guessed she still had it.

Sarah reached out and touched it. It twitched, and Jim took in a sharp breath. She licked her lips and grabbed it. She started to stroke it, slowly and deliberately. The look on Jim’s face was perfect, even though she knew she shouldn't be seeing her son in this state.

Soon, she was down on her knees, worshipping her son’s cock. There was no point in holding back anymore. That ship had sailed. She took it into her mouth, determined to give her boy the best night of his life.

He was so big, the perfect size if she was being honest. More than a handful, that was for sure, and her lips could now attest to a glorious thickness.

She looked up at him as she took a long slow lick up the length of his shift. His eyes were wide. He looked so cute, like he couldn’t believe this was really happening. Oh, but he was gonna believe it by the end of the night.

She took him into her throat, and he gasped. She hummed around him, and he moaned. She was going to keep making him make noises. She liked it.

She gave him the sort of blow job only a mother could give her son, with more love than he could have gotten anywhere else. She’d loved him his entire life, and he’d loved her just as long. It was only right, no matter how wrong it was supposed to be.

She bobbed her head back and forth along his cock, relishing in the taste and feel of it. She’d always known her boy was special, but she didn’t realize before that he was perfect down here. She hoped she’d be doing this again soon, but pushed that thought down. She didn’t want to think about the future. She had her son’s cock in her mouth. She wanted to focus on right now. The future was too confusing.

“M-mom!” he managed. “I-I think I’m about to-” She sucked even harder at that, determined to show him just how much she wanted him to cum. How much she wanted it in her mouth already. She started to feel something hot, sticky, and delicious pouring onto her tongue, and took him all the way down her throat, her lips meeting his pelvis.

She managed to hold still and keep from gagging, as out of practice as she was, and focused on counting the twitches of his cock. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven… Oh, her poor baby had been so backed up!

She grabbed hold of his ass and kept herself there until she was absolutely sure he’d stopped twitching, grateful that she’d always been good at holding her breath. Slowly, surely, she dragged her lips back across him, determined to drain every last drop that might still be in there. She released him with a satisfying pop, and he looked at her like she’d just sucked out his soul, a mixture of lust and wonder.

“How was that, baby?” she asked, taking a lick of one of his balls.

“H-holy shit,” he said. She grinned.

“That good?” she asked. He nodded. All that they needed now was to wait for him to be up again. At his age, that shouldn’t be a long wait. And she was ready as ever. Her panties were absoluely soaked. There was a moment, though, where she was afraid that now that he’d gotten off, he’d be struck with clarity. With the completely correct notion that they shouldn’t have done this.

Instead, without warning, he picked her up and tossed her on the bed. Her heart wasn’t exactly beating slow before, but it was racing now. He climbed on top of her and kissed her hard and deep. Then, without her saying a thing, he started trailing kisses down her body.

She squirmed as he got to her breasts, and he must have liked that because he spent extra time there, nipping, licking, sucking, fondling, and giving her sensations she hadn’t felt in years. Then, he kept going, trailing further down. He couldn’t seriously mean to go all the way, could he?

Her drenched panties were suddenly yanked off and tossed aside, and she knew for certain that he indeed meant to.

He started in right away, and what he lacked in experience (surely he hadn’t done this before, had he?) he more than made up for with enthusiasm.

“Oh, JAMES!” she cried, his tongue burying deep into her folds at the same time that her fingers were curling into his hair. He had no idea what he was doing, so he was trying everything, and GOD did she feel wanted! But her Jim was adaptable, and he picked up on her moans in short order. He figured out a few things she liked and stuck to them. The thought of teaching him more in the future was enough to take her over the edge.

She came hard, bucking and writhing in an ecstacy she’d gone too long without. Jim wrapped strong arms around her legs and kept eating her right on through it. He was such a good boy! Too good! Too good! He was making her feel too good!

“Oh baby!” she cried. “Baby please! Please you need to stop! It’s too much! Too much!” He stopped, and she crashed down to the mattress, panting, her heart nearing lightspeed.

“Sorry, I-”

“Just kiss me baby!” she gasped, and he was up at her lips right away. She tasted herself on him, and knew they couldn’t go back. It was too late. They’d left that line far behind. So, if she was going to do this, she was going to go all the way. There was no point in stopping now.

Well, once she was certain she could use her shaking legs.

“Oh Jimmy,” she breathed, trying not to lose herself in his arms. 

“Did I do good?” he asked.

“You did amazing,” she said, “especially for your first time.” He smiled, cheeks pink again. “This is your first time, right?” He nodded. Well, didn’t she feel special? Her baby boy had saved himself for her. Guilt could come later. There were only warm and fuzzy feelings right now.

They lay there for a bit, Sarah just catching her breath. But, all too soon, she felt his cock poking her leg. He was raring to go already, and that excited her more than she could say.

Gently, she pushed him, guiding him onto his back. She crawled on top of him, her hands on his sturdy chest to steady herself. And feel him up a little, of course, there was no denying that.

Her pussy was still soaked, and now she was rubbing it against his eager manhood. No turning back.

She looked at his handsome face, his eyes as wide as they’d ever been. He looked at her like he was the luckiest guy in the system. Maybe he was. She was the luckiest gal in the system, for sure.

“You ready, baby?” she asked. He nodded. “Okay, then. You’ve been such a good boy, James. Momma’s gonna give you just what you deserve. So sit back-” she grabbed his cock, “-relax-” she lined it up with herself, “-and enjoy!” and she sank down on it.

“Oh MOM!” he cried as she took him all the way in. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head. She couldn’t help it. This felt so good after so long.

Her hips met his, and she sat there, letting herself get used to the feeling. She felt herself clenching around him already, and she had to wonder just what he was thinking.

“This feels amazing!” he said. Ah, that’s what he was thinking.

“T-tell me baby,” she said, giving her hips a little wiggle, and earning a shudder from him.

“You feel, oh wow,” he said, struggling with his words. “You feel so good! Warm and, oh, and tight, and-”

“Shh,” she said, putting a lip to his finger and smiling. “You aren’t good at dirty talk yet.” His cheeks turned red. “But we’ll get you there.”

“We will?” he asked, eyes wide again.

“Oh yeah,” she said, rolling her hips. “Yeah we’re gonna do this more. As long as you want.”

“I think I’m always gonna want this, Mom,” he said, and she bit her lip. He was so sweet. She leaned down and kissed him.

“We’ll see how often we can make it happen,” she said. “But for now…” Sarah started fucking him. She pumped her hips up and down, feeling deliciously full of his cock every time she came back down.

Jim felt so good inside her, like he was made for her. In a way, it was like he had been. He was the greatest joy of her life. As she started moving faster, she wondered if maybe he was her one true love. She loved him more than anything, after all. Maybe that made this okay.

The sound of their bodies clapping together filled the room, a sound she quickly came to love. She hit a steady rhythm, *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap*, and with each of those claps she felt more and more sure this had been a good idea. The look on his face told the same story. Jim was looking at her like he didn’t want to be anywhere else.

Good. She didn’t want him to be anywhere else, either.

Sarah kept fucking him for what felt like forever, but a good forever. Years of hard work had given her stamina in spades, so she knew she could keep this up for a while still. In and out, up and down, She kept riding his perfect cock, committing how it felt to memory. She only had him for two weeks for shore leave, and then he was back to the Academy. She’d need something to hold herself until he came back.

She took in a sharp breath when she felt his hands on her ass. He squeezed, and she moaned.

“Good boy,” she breathed. “Let Momma do the work, but make her feel good.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said. He played with her ass as she continued to ride him, and she couldn’t help but notice his eyes switching between her face and her bouncing tits. That desire was still burning, there, and she loved it.

Jim reached up a hand and grabbed a breast, squeezing it and playing with her nipple as she gasped. He sat up, grabbing her around the waist to steady her as he took her other nipple into his mouth. She wrapped her arm around him, running her fingers through his hair as she kept riding him.

“You’re such a good son!” she gasped. “Such a good boy! So good! So good!”

She couldn’t take it anymore, and cried out as she clenched around him, cumming all over his cock. She writhed again, burying him as deep inside her as he could go, hoping to ride this wave out and then let him finish.

But Jim had other plans. He took them back down to the mattress, keeping a tight hold on her. He knew she’d cum, right? What was he-

Jim started fucking her, now, thrusting up into her with a vigor that took her right back to her girlhood. He was a machine! Jim thrust and thrust and thrust, giving her no chance to escape, and fucking her too good to even get words out.

Sarah’s tongue lolled out of her mouth as he pounded up into her, so fast and hard that even his balls were slapping her now. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure through her, matching the force rippling through her flesh.

“Oh Mom,” he grunted, “Oh MOM!”

“Oh yes baby!” she finally got out. “Yes, fuck Mommy! Fuck Mommy hard! Yes baby I needed this so bad! Oh baby! Oh fuck!” He hardly needed the encouragement, but it felt good to tell him how badly she wanted him.

Jim kept going the way only a teenage boy could, Long and hard and fast, each thrust sending her flesh jiggling with the force of it, until finally she felt him tense.

“I’m gonna cum, Mom!” he announced, and it struck her then that they hadn’t even thought about finding any protection. But it also struck her that she didn’t care.

“Do it!” she cried. “Cum for me, baby!”

“Ah!” he cried out, one last thrust driving his cock deep inside her. She felt a forbidden warmth fill her core, and relished every last moment of it. She was amazed at how much he still had in him given how much he’d cum down her throat earlier, but then her boy always had been special.

She clenched herself around him, cumming again, and squeezed him. She was gonna squeeze him dry if she could, dangerous as that might be. She didn’t know if today was a safe day or not. It didn’t mater right now. Might not matter at all. She just knew she wanted him.

Finally, when it felt like he was done, she let herself relax and lay down on top of him. They lay in silence for a while, just listening to one another breathing. She felt good. She wasn’t supposed to, but she felt good.

“Was… was it good for you?” he asked, finally.

“Yes baby,” she said, nuzzling him. “It was so good for me. Was it good for you?” She looked up at him, into those beautiful blue eyes of his.

“It was amazing,” he said.

“Everything you hoped?” she asked.

“And more,” he said. “I, uh, I didn’t really know what to expect.”

“That’s okay baby,” she said, even though she knew it really wasn’t. But hey. Line had been crossed. Couldn’t really un-cross it. “Mmm, you felt so good inside me.”

“Are… are we gonna do this again?” he asked.

“You still want to?” she asked. He squeezed her.

“Every day for the rest of my life,” he said. She kissed him hard to keep him from saying any other silly things.

“Not every day,” she said. “You’ve got Academy still. And you aren’t going to throw away a promising career as a spacer for me, got it?”

“Yes, Mom,” he said, kissing the top of her head.

“But…” she said, tracing a finger on his chest, “I’ll always be here when you come home.”

“Really?” he asked.

“Promise,” she said. “As long as you always promise to come home.”

“Promise,” he said. “Nothing in the universe will keep me from coming home to you.” She kissed him again. No more words. She was too tired to fuck him again tonight, and she’d try if he kept talking, the little charmer.

“Tomorrow,” she said, “we’ll pretend everything is normal. No one needs to know. But at night, you’ll sleep up here with me.”

“Well, if we get sleep,” he said, a smirk on his face. There was her confident boy.

“You really think you can keep up with me?” she asked. She felt him poking her leg again.

“I think so,” he said. She bit her lip. No, no. Had to save some for tomorrow.

“Well,” she said, “as good as that sounds, I need to ease back into things. I haven’t really been with anyone since… well, for a long time.” He looked sad, but not because she was turning down another round.

“I’ll never do that to you, you know,” he said. “I’ll never leave you like that.” He looked so sincere. So sure. Her eyes stung a little.

“What if you meet some girl in another port?” she asked. He shook his head.

“Only girl I need is right here,” he said. “And I’ll prove it.” Before she knew what was happening, he’d kissed her again, and then had her on her back. She looked up at him, her turn to be wide eyed.

“G… go gentle,” was all she could say. He leaned in close and gently pressed his lips to hers, and then slowly pushed his cock inside her.

He made love to her all night, and in the morning she was tired, sore, and happier than she’d ever been in her life.

The next two weeks were going to be amazing.